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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Sept 4, 2004 14:22:35 GMT -5
(What an excellent thread! Very moving posts, by all! hail to all the fallen, and thsoe that were tehre to guide them to their fathers' homes!)
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Post by Tyrun the Norseman on Sept 11, 2004 0:09:38 GMT -5
Tyrun slept as if dead, for the longest time...as his body healed itself in a prodigious manner. He had always been incredibly resilient, and when his mind began to grasp for consciousness once again, the Norseman realized that the pain of his wounds had lessened greatly.
When his eye opened, it was again to look about at a room nearly enveloped in darkness. By now, the moon was a thin sliver of a crescent, and so the infirmary attendants had left a single candle burning, to guide those who had any need to move about during the night. Tyrun dragged a hand across his eyes and looked about the chamber. All was silent, except for the rustling of the curtains under the cool September breeze.
Still nestled in bed, you lazy layabout bastich? Time to get up! Business don't wait on any man...and besides...too many people die in bed. Now, get moving!
Grasping the edge of his cot, Tyrun sat up. His head reeled...but now, it was not from pain. He found that he was monstrously hungry. Ah well...yet another reason to get my arse up and moving. Maybe I can go and finagle a square meal outta Cookie, that cantankerous old coot!
He placed his feet on the floor...flinching, then smiling at the coldness of the flagstones. He leaned his head back and let the breeze from the window play over his face. Inhaling deeply, he could smell the salt of the harbor, and the scent of the burning candle. The muted sounds of the guardsmen calling to each other on the walls reached his ears.
You've done it again, Tyrun...you've tricked Death. And once again, the whole globe of the Earth is yours to discover and to savor. You are one lucky bastich! But then, he frowned...No...not "lucky". I have been assisted all along. My crew is second-to-none...and Captain Halfdane came to my assistance, without being asked...and my life was saved because of the diligent work of Lauri and Rayven. And there was also Joseph...and that young Frank that fished me outta the sea. I can't even begin to count 'em all. No...luck had nothin' to do with it.
The Norseman sat on the edge of his cot for a long while, staring out at the stars as he pondered solemnly. Finally, he smiled, and spoke quietly to himself. "Well, then...I've been enourmous lucky to know and meet so many fine and good folks! Now...time to get moving."
He saw his clothes bundled neatly on the nightstand. Taking them up, he gave an appreciative nod when he realized they had been laundered and mended. And so, he dressed himself, and rose shakily to his feet...flexing his wounded hand consciously, in an effort to strengthen it.
"And now, let's get a bite of food, and have a look at Zephyr." He took a wobbly step toward the infirmary door.
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Post by ~Eiluna~ on Sept 11, 2004 16:24:18 GMT -5
Slipping into the hall from m'chambers, moving quietly until... stopping to cock m'head and listen... voices...
Following the voices, they lead me to the kitchen... I peek inside and gasp as I see Tyrun slumped over in a chair, talking with a woman... Tyrun! Yer out of bed! Moving quickly to his side, relieved to see an empty soup bowl... and that he appears to be much better... much like his old self. Looking over to the woman, a wry grin appears on m'face as I see one I have nae seen for ages.... Thief... is all I can bring m'self to say at first.
She returns the grin with a wink, and as I settle into another chair, we catch up with news..Ohh... Tharthos is King of Caerfarnon? Caera has returned?? M'hands instinctively reach for Tyrun... inspecting his dressings, his wounds, finding them none the worse for him being out of bed... leaning back in m'chair, listening as Tyrun and Thief talk about busines... the effect of seeing Tyrun truly better being a great release... and I feel m'eyes drifting shut.....
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